Listen up folks!
Your uncle Kealthy is going to tell a weird story that happened-
*Clears throat*
Awhile back, when I'm still single Mick and I used to go to strip clubs for fun. One time were in this strip club that we never been to before. It was all good, we were drinking and shit blah blah blah. Then this random stripper came out of nowhere, at first I didn't recognize her from afar, my vision was kinda blurry from the alcohol I didn't know who she was. Until she got closer, her face looks familiar and I cannot believe my eyes. The stripper was CARDI B. She started winking at me and I was uncomfortable as fuck, I had no interest in her. She got closer to me and she started twerking on me-
I was disgusted, Mick looked at me and he just laugh it off. I WAS CRYING FOR HELP. I wanted to kill Mick that time like HELP ME OUT FFS. She keeps twerking on me, I was getting sick and I feel like I'm going to puke. Mick is on the floor laughing like a maniac. Each minute of her twerking is making me sick really bad. Then I just did something I'd never thought I do.....I puked on Cardi b. She stopped twerking when she realized there was puke on her, she screamed. Everyone saw what happened. All of them laugh. It was fucking embarrassing. I feel so ashamed that I left the strip club. I go home crying forgetting what happened. IT WAS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE :'(
So I learned my lesson
Don't let Cardi b twerk on you or else you'll puke
